Today, She Has the Keys

For those who follow me on Twitter or on Facebook, you already know that, as of last night, She has the keys to my lock. How did this happen, i've been asked.

Let me start by setting the stage. My birthday was Friday and it had been almost a month since my Wife and i had been intimate. Frustration and, quite frankly, a touch of sadness had crept into my emotions. As we watched television together, after a nice sushi dinner, i noticed an ankle bracelet around Her ankle. i didn't buy Her an ankle bracelet; it was on my list to buy for a later celebration. Intrigued, i asked where She got the jewelry. She explained that Her mother had given it to Her as a gift. All i could envision was a silver key to my chastity cage dangling from the silver ankle bracelet.

That night, She initiated, maybe as a birthday present of sorts, a night of passionate lovemaking with extended foreplay. As i nuzzled against Her neck, i began to whisper in Her ear about using my chastity device more often. She was moist. i continued to describe in vivid detail the various things She could request of me as i worked to earn freedom from the locked chastity device. She became downright wet and very sexually responsive. Maybe i had touched a nerve? Maybe the honesty was the turn on? Whatever it was, something triggered an amazing reaction in Her.

After an amazing night of sex, better than any in recent memory, i drifted off to sleep. Saturday morning, as soon as Target opened, i walked in to purchase shaving supplies and a silver padlock (all of my padlocks were gold/brass colored, which doesn't match any of Her jewelry). When She left to run errands on Saturday afternoon, i shaved and locked myself into the CB6000s. i spent the rest of the day locked, unbeknownst to Her. i wanted to tell Her all day, but i was afraid of how She might react. She worked on a project late into the evening and, because She knew i had to be awake early on Sunday to drive our son to a sports practice, She encouraged me to go to bed without Her.

Upstairs, by myself, i sat and thought about my predicament: i wanted Her to take control of my keys but i didn't want to turn Her off. i knew that this mental tug of war could go on for years - if i wanted any shot at making enforced chastity a reality, i needed to be honest with Her and ask Her to be involved. i sat and wrote a short letter to Her. The letter explained that i meant everything i said in the heat of the previous evening's lovemaking. The letter explained that, while She was free to refuse, i wanted to be locked into chastity and i wanted Her to hold the keys. When i was satisfied with the letter, i put the signed letter together with the keys on Her bathroom counter; a location She would be sure to visit before bed.

Nervously, i went to bed and turned out the lights. My cock encased in polycarbonate and secured with a padlock. The keys were sitting on Her counter - no longer in my control. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it will turn Her off and upset Her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it will turn Her on and i will be locked away forever. My heart pounded. My pupils dilated. My throat dried. The physical reactions i was experiencing were nothing compared to the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and the butterflies that took hold as soon as i heard Her feet on the stairs.

This was it. She was coming upstairs. She certainly would go into the bathroom. i had set into motion a chain of events that no longer could be stopped. i closed my eyes and pretended to sleep; pillow positioned over my eyes. My senses fully awakened.

As Her footsteps grew louder, my pulse rate increased. She walked past the bed. i could smell Her perfume. i heard the light switch in the bathroom, then nothing. Silence. Deafening silence. Finally, i heard the clinking of keys. She must have picked them up.

After another moment of silence, She lifted the pillow. "I don't understand," She said. My heart sank. Now i was confused. What in my letter could She not understand? i softly asked, "Don't understand what?". It turns out, She was confused about why i went out and bought a new padlock. Once i explained my reasoning, She seemed to be satisfied and went back downstairs, knowing that i was laying in bed with the chastity cage locked in place. A race resumed between my mind and my pulse rate.

After about a half-hour, She returned. She turned out the lights, crawled onto my side of the bed and snuggled up next to me. She wanted a back rub. She was exploring Her newfound control and sense of authority. i obliged. As i rubbed, She began to become more and more sexually excited. After a 45 minute massage, when invited, my hands, lips and tongue began to massage Her breasts and Her inner thighs. i crawled all over Her. i explored. i nibbled on Her neck and ears. i felt like a teenager again. She whispered questions. "Doesn't it hurt?" "How does it work?" "Are you comfortable?" In response to Her commenting that She didn't always want to be in control in bed, we arrived at a compromise: She could control my cock and when it gets used but i will take control in bed as soon as She asks. Immediately upon settling on that compromise, She asked that i unlock because She wanted to feel me inside of Her.

Sounds great to me...so far.

Will It Happen?

Short update on O/our current situation.  It is Saturday, March 31 at 8:07 am. Shortly, i will be tending to the lawn and other chores around the house before getting some work projects completed for the office.

W/we recently returned from an extended trip to celebrate our anniversary.  It was a long-needed time away to reconnect without the office, the kids or other commitments getting between us.  W/we reconnected and it was beautiful.

Last night, She left on a weekend trip.  She sent some photos through to stir some excitement.  After an afternoon of teasing, She sent through a text telling me to "be good."  This was meant to say that i should not take things into my own hands during Her absence.  i viewed this as an invitation (and quite an opportunity).

For those who have not followed my posts, i have been dabbling in self-inflicted locking for a while now.  Let's just say, i'm interested.  She finds it a bit beyond Her more vanilla tastes - She thinks the Birdlocked and the CB6000s are a bit freaky.  Nevertheless, i gave Her a CB6000s for Christmas.  She put it in my underwear drawer and hasn't mentioned it since.



"Hands off tonight. ;) The little guy is locked away for you."



After Her comment last night, i put the CB6000s on and sent Her a picture, which started the following back and forth:

 m: Hands off tonight. ;)  The little guy is locked away for you. We will see how sleeping goes.
H: Looks painful.  U don't have to do that. I trust u.
H: Love u
m: Actually not too uncomfortable.

m: i bought it for U to use on me.

H: Can u still get aroused with that on?

H: Looks like I could even still lick the tip.

m: U could now.  That made me swell up and completely fill the thing.

H: Does it hurt to get aroused

m: Licking the tip would be utterly frustrating...sounds delicious.  Hurt is not the right word. Arousal simply fills all the space and gives a small squeeze. i imagine being teased in it would drive me insane.

H: Make u beg to be released and fill me with all of your manliness.

m: The keys are Yours.  i will drive U whenever U want. ;)

H: I love u. Can't wait to be home Sunday to be taken for a ride.

Tomorrow is a long way away but i hope She keeps showing interest...at least i think i do.

Seizing the Opportunity

Someone once asked that i explain how i first broached the topic of chastity devices with my Wife.  Keep in mind that She still considers chastity devices "freaky," as in "weird," but i at least took my masturbatory life in my hands and introduced Her to the idea.

She was on a trip to see Her parents and i remained home because i couldn't take the time off of work.  On these occasions, i typically self-lock.  And this trip was no different.  To try to ease the pangs of separation, She had been texting me pictures of Her in little to no clothing, a definite uptick in our relationship spice.

One night, She texted me that She lost a ring that i had given to Her as a present.  It was cold where She was and Her fingers had shrank, which allowed the ring to fall from Her finger.  The ring truly was not that expensive and i knew that i could buy the exact same ring again if needed.  i was not worried.  She was.  i began joking with Her about locking Her rings on Her fingers.

After a series of texts, i felt like i saw an opening so i texted Her that i had a ring on my cock and that it was locked in place.  She continued joking along those lines.  i went online and found a picture someone had taken of a Birdlocked chastity device and sent it to Her.  She wouldn't be able to tell if it was me or someone else given the composition of the picture.  i felt fairly safe.

Her response shocked me.  She replied "nice picture."  i swallowed hard.  i thought i might be standing on the verge of "be careful what you wish for."  Her next text asked where the device came from.  i came clean about the photograph...it wasn't me.

The day She was to return home, i texted Her the picture to the right, which i took of myself locked in the Birdlocked.  i didn't tell Her i had been locked for 7 straight days at that point.  My text read:

"Since you liked the other photo, i went out and found the same locking ring.  You can have the key and unlock it when You want. ;) By the way, i still love those pictures."

When She arrived home, the keys were on my bathroom counter.  She asked what they were, and i reminded Her.  She didn't ask to see it...She also didn't ask if i was still wearing it.

That night, we retired to the bedroom and, after a while, she turned off the television.  Her indication that She wants to play around in bed is turning off the television.  i started to swell within the cage of the Birdlocked.  She pulled me to Her and we began to engage in typical foreplay.  Eventually, Her hands moved down to my pajama bottoms and my mind (and heart) starting racing.  This was it.  She was going to find out for sure and i am going to find out what She thinks.

Her fingers danced below my waistband and then Her hand quickly raced around my encased package.  She didn't freak out yet She also didn't seize Her opportunity.  Rather, once She was sure what She was feeling with Her fingers, She asked that i go remove the Birdlocked and come back to bed.  She didn't like the way it felt on me and She said She thought the Birdlocked made my testicles feel like tennis balls (they get pulled tight when locked).  She also wanted to play and the Birdlocked was going to prevent that from happening.

Later, She would take a look at the Birdlocked and explain that She just wasn't comfortable with it and that it looked sort of freaky.  She hasn't completely dismissed the concept but She clearly is not ready for enforced chastity...yet.